Got safely to Longford yesterday, after a fairly mind-numbing train journey. Got keys to the house today, and Mom and I spent a while moving furniture around until it met with something resembling our satisfaction. If I were a good and moral person I’d go spend some time cleaning the house tonight, but I think instead I’ll do some work, and tomorrow clean the house when I need a break from writing. The other thing I need to do tomorrow is bring a list of demaproblems over to the estate…
Tag: writing
various
Ok, I’ve set up a flickr photostream for my Project365. Doing this might even get me posting at kitsnaps () again, which is nice. I’ll probably only update once a week for a while (maybe for always) since I’ll be largely offline the next few weeks, but that should be okay as long as I remember to take pictures more than once a week. :) Got most of my things to do done. I need to pack, but a reality check says I’m not going to do that until tomorrow.…
Well.
Well. I went forth to buy some summer clothes today, and spent over two hours shopping, which is my personal idea of hell. Moreover, I didn’t like much and what I did like I couldn’t afford, with the exception of a linen dress which had a broken zipper on the one size that fit me. That sucked. Ted, however, cleaned up, as I picked up the new D&D books for him and also found THE SPOOK’S MISTAKE, which must’ve just come out Tuesday. So at least that was a win.…
lifestyle changes
All right. The deed is done; now I will talk about it some. A while ago I talked about living in and fitting into Ireland, and the attendant difficulties therein. We’ve been trying to come up with solutions, and have made at least one decision that we think is going to help quite a bit: we’re moving to a much less expensive town (*much* less expensive: we’re talking very literally nearly twice the house for half the cost). We’ve rented a house in Longford, the town my parents moved to…
thank you!
Thank you all for birthday wishes! It was a very nice birthday. Ted got me a couple books and a DVD I wanted, and put them in a very silly bag that sings a birthday song. My sister called me from the fairy tale palace she’s studying at in France, and my dad made me a birthday cake! I literally can’t remember the last time somebody made me a birthday cake. I don’t think it’s been since I got married, so at least 11 years (I love to bake, so…